The rumors aren't true.

(ps this is just a photo from the ole 2010 file, I didn't cut my hair)

Okay I have no idea why I choose that title. Anyways, lately, I guess I've been looking exceptionally young because of my baby face and baby height (5'2") and baby body. In case you may have been questioning if you're reading the blog of a 12 year old, you are not. I am 21! (well, in 21 days I will be, anyways) :) Here is the start of my baby face diaries:

Story time:

+today, I was called sweetie by a boy maybe 3 years my senior. It was not an "i'm hitting on you" sweetie, it was an "I could just pinch your baby faced cheeks!!" sweetie.

+Saturday, a table I was serving (ps- i'm a server) asked if they could ask me a "personal" question. It was "I bet you get this a lot but how old are you!??!!" (This isn't the first time I've been asked at schmerk)

+ I went to a wedding a few weeks ago and every mother in the universe kept saying I'd be "perfect for their son!" Their sons also happened to be sophomores in High school. When I mentioned my age, they looked confused and a little embarrassed. But it's coo.

I'm not mad or anything, I am told on a daily basis that "I will LOVE having a young face someday" And I'm sure I will. I just thought that in case anyone felt weird reading the blog of a toddler, I should let you know I am an adult. wooo! Even though let's face it, I do blog about some younger audience topics sometimes (sue me?) And I do find it kind of funny when people ask me how old I am, because it has never happened this much before (maybe once a week?) Must be a Provo thang. My advise? If you're feeling old, move to Provo and everyone will cut your age in 1/2. I promise.

Hi! I'm Candace & this is my blog! I'm a picture hoarder and trying not to make this intro sound too cliche. I'm obsessed with my baby and force my husband to take pictures with me more than he would like. Stay awhile and be my friend :)